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Chapter 34

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    When Han Lang woke up, he saw the young man waiting in front of the door. He probably turned around quickly and didn't say any more nonsense.

    Fleeting time respectfully returned to the Ming Dynasty and only said: "He invited the master to see you in the Xiuhuan Pavilion of Shangxiangyuan in the evening."

    Han Lang agreed and ordered to set off in the afternoon, and Liu Yun followed.

    With those twelve bodyguards going with us, Fleeting Time feels at ease.  But he didn't expect that Han Lang didn't let him accompany him because he had other intentions.  As soon as he went out, he asked Liu Yun bluntly, "You have been restless these days. What do you want to say?"

    Hearing this, Liu Yun suddenly lowered his head, hesitated for a moment, raised his eyes to meet him, and said in a deep voice, "When everything is settled, Master, Liu Yun wants to leave."

    Han Lang looked at the quiet clouds in the sky, and it was hard to laugh at the feeling, "One person, or two?"

    Liuyun was stunned, gritting his teeth without making a sound.

    "You want to take revenge on my brother, but you are still not sure of your escape. If you go with the mentality of death, what will you do if you cry to death in front of me?"

    "Liu Yun understands. So, I am willing to endure it. But, I have to leave." Liu Yun bowed and saluted, and said decisively.

    Han Lang dressed up and looked calmly into the distance with a pair of slender eyes, "It's time to set off, Mo Zhexin doesn't like to wait for others."

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????But when a beautiful woman sits on your knees, everything is a different matter.

    As soon as Han Lang stepped into the Xiuhuan Pavilion, in the enchanting fragrance mist, he saw a shirtless Mo Zhexin sitting carelessly on the roof, holding a seductive beauty in his arms.  This beauty twists her waist, her slim figure only wears a scarlet and white lotus bellyband, she plays with the long bow carved with tiger tendons very enthusiastically, and the arrows with black eagle feathers tremble in an unknown direction.

    The beauty would gasp and complain from time to time, "Don't move around, you won't be able to ejaculate accurately."

    Only then did Han Lang notice that the prey he was shooting at was also very funny. He was a handsome young man standing blankly with a blue and white bronze mirror in front of him. There were actually several carved feathers stuck in the ground on the left and right sides of his body. No wonder he was so frightened that his face turned white.  .

    Han Lang glared at Mo Zhexin, who had his eyes half lowered.  Mo Zhexin licked the beauty's back with his tongue, sliding it all the way down, but his eyes squinted at him, "Together?"

    Han Lang rolled his sleeves and nodded politely, "Okay!"

    While he was talking, he picked up the small bow that was placed on the low table, walked up to the waiter, grabbed the mirror that was used to cover it coolly, threw it away, bent down and pulled out an arrow, went around behind the waiter, and pointed  He drew his bow.

    Mo Zhexin coughed a few times, smiled modestly, but with a cold and stern light in his eyes, he straightened the woman in his arms, supported her hand in the same way, and drew the bow string.

    The people being taught on both sides remained silent¡ª¡ª

    Amid the crashing sound, the two arrows met in the air.  A little sparkle!

    A small and thin flower bloomed side by side. Mo Zhexin became more powerful. His arrow cut through Han Lang's arrow and landed in front of the boy's feet. The bright black arrow feathers were swaying in the breeze.

    The poor waiter fainted.  Han Lang pulled away and backed away, not caring where the man would hit after falling to the ground. He only felt sorry for his split arrow. His target was Mo Zhexin's good-looking face.

    "If he loses his appearance, let's see how he gets favors from women everywhere.

    "Han Lang, is this your attitude of asking for help?" Mo Zhexin asked, stroking his back.

    "I'm giving you a chance, who's going to ask you for help?"

    After a pause, Mo Zhixin laughed, and the ice in his eyes began to melt. He raised the chin of the frightened beauty who was crying. After a pity kiss, he put on his robe and said "please" to Han Lang generously.

    It was almost dusk, and Han Lang still hadn't returned.

    ¡°For some reason, Hua Rong couldn¡¯t really sleep in the past two days, but he seemed groggy.  Maybe speaking suddenly made him a little - not used to it.

    While Han Lang was out, he actually avoided others, returned through the tunnel, and sat alone in front of the gray and black ruins on the outskirts, looking at the sky.  The summer light was so bright that Hua Rong could not open her eyes.  In a daze, I felt like I was floating.

    People feel weak and uncomfortable, and their luck is not very good.  At this time, a dozen patrols actually came.

    Huarong could barely be considered a third-rate master, so it was no problem to deal with these people.

    But after fighting for a while, that erratic feeling came over again. His eyes were dim and his feet were swollen. Before anyone could fight him, he fell to the ground first.

    "Unlucky is unlucky. When he raised his head with a clear mind, a dozen bright knives were already lying in front of him.

    Several soldiers began to plan how to receive the merit and how to share it equally.

    The leader didn¡¯t say much. He looked around and explained everything.

    ¡°We couldn¡¯t afford this stuff before, why don¡¯t we all come and have fun today.¡± Someone seconded the opinion.?

    The emperor suppressed the anger in his heart and scanned the lower court hall. Sure enough, Zhou Zhen was here. After exchanging glances with him, he silently lowered his head and stood aside.

    So, he turned his attention to Han Yan again.

    Han Yan met his gaze and smiled, his expression provocative and provocative.  It seems like everything is under his control.

    The emperor turned away and slowly spread the edict in his hand on the desk.

    His eyes stopped at the words "I lost my voice in anger, knowing that I was incompetent."

    "Your Majesty, it's time to go to court early." Han Yan reminded him with a salute. The emperor raised his eyes and smiled coldly at him.

    As long as he is killed, Han Lang will be safe and come back.

    As long as Han Yan dies.

    Han Lang will be fine.

    Thinking of this, the Holy Emperor Huo Di stood up, slapped the dragon case, and shouted, "Come here, get Han Yan for me!" The bright yellow imperial edict on the case was swept away, and the brocade scroll rolled down the steps and was opened.

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    Han Lang: I am writing an elegiac couplet. When I die, please remember to hang it in my mourning hall.

    Hua Rong: The prince is so talented, this pair is really hard to find in the world!  (Psychological activity: Could it be that you know that I met Lin Luoyin and saw the two of us kissing?)

    Two halls: st for a fart, it is not neat at all.  Also, Mr. Han Taifu, Your Excellency Prince Funing, is the leading male actor in a drama about bitter love. Please don¡¯t always be so unruly and look a little bitter.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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